I can’t handle awkward situations or confrontation. It makes my flesh crawl. There are so many things I wish I could say; however, I am the closed mouth that won’t ever get fed because I claim to take everything with “a grain of salt.”
I screamed and let go of the handle. The suitcase fell to the ground with a crack. I looked at my hand in disbelief : a reddish burn spread across my palm, as the pain throbbed through my arm.
handle it well, my uncle said. he was lying in bed, about to die, and he presented me with a magnificent sword. it was probably the best craftsmanship in the world, but i couldnt pay attention to that. my only relative, the man who had cared for me like a father, was dying! no, i said. dont die! he smiled and said, i know you are worthy of the sword. then he died. grief overwhelmed me, but i thought about his last words. you are worthy of the sword. what does that mean? i wondered, and then i buried him. i left the little cottage we had lived in for 15 years, and then went out to find out what i could about my new sword. i went to the local blacksmith and presented it to him. what can you tell me about this? i asked. his eyes widened and he stammered my-my lord, that is the legendary sword of the rightful king.
“You think I am easy to ‘handle’ with. Girl you are out of your mind!” shouted Lizzie.
“Oh, you think you can talk to me like that. I am the queen of the popular girls.” screamed Avery
“Says Who?” questioned Lizzie
“Says these girls!” Avery pointed to ten girls behind her.
“Jessica, Emerson, you guys are taking her side?” Lizzie said in between sniffles.
“Avery has a point Lizzie.” said Jessica
“Yeah, you have been queen of us for too long.” said Emerson
“But, you guys are my best friends. Ever since Pre-K, why?” questioned Lizzie
“Lizzie, We..” Stammered Emerson
Lizzie cut her and said very angry, ” Fine, take her side. Avery can be queen. I am finding friends who will stay by my side no matter what!”
Lizzie stomped away with tears in her eyes.
Emerson and Jessica were starting to walk towards Lizzie but Avery stopped them.
“You girls don’t need her anymore, you work for me now” Avery said with a smirk on her face….
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“You think I am easy to ‘handle’ with. Girl you are out of your mind!” shouted Lizzie.
“Oh, you think you can talk to me like that. I am the queen of the popular girls.” screamed Avery
“Says Who?” questioned Lizzie
“Says these girls!” Avery pointed to ten girls behind her.
“Jessica, Emerson, you guys are taking her side?” Lizzie said in between sniffles.
“Avery has a point Lizzie.” said Jessica
“Yeah, you have been queen of us for too long.” said Emerson
“But, you guys are my best friends. Ever since Pre-K, why?” questioned Lizzie
“Lizzie, We..” Stammered Emerson
Lizzie cut her and said very angry, ” Fine, take her side. Avery can be queen. I am finding friends who will stay by my side no matter what!”
Lizzie stomped away with tears in her eyes.
Emerson and Jessica were starting to walk towards Lizzie but Avery stopped them.
“You girls don’t need her anymore, you work for me now” Avery said with a smirk on her face….
Handles, they are good for lots of things. To open doors for people, to open up long lost chests filled with treasure. Handles are used for many useful things. What will your handle open up today…Maybe a wonderful place that leads to a magical garden or to the Wizard of Oz. Maybe you would meet Alice in Wonderland and see the Cheshire Cat. Who knows what your handle will open today?
Handles, they are good for lots of things. To open doors for people, to open up long lost chests filled with treasure. Handles are used for many useful things. What will your handle open up today..
She grasped the handle of the knife more firmly, feeling the heft in her hands. Silly. She shook her head and resumed chopping, pushing the thought from her mind. The timer dinged on the oven. The radio hummed in the background. Life continued as normal, as if the thought had never crossed into the kitchen that afternoon in the first place.
I just couldn’t get a handle on it. It being life. I just couldn’t cope. I was 33 years old and I had yet to accomplish anything of worth. Or, anything at all, really. There seemed to be forces out of control holding me back, forcing me to fail. That’s not true, of course. It was all of my own doing.
I am wanting to to be grateful as the sun shines and the birds sing, whilst people get on with their daily activities, I can handle time, but time flies by, slow down please.
“More bacon than the pan can handle,” sang her computer’s speakers. She was perched on the edge of the bathtub, watching him clip his toenails over the toilet bowl and fail miserably at catching all the clippings.
I cant handle this anymore
I need you in my life
I want you to be with me
I want you to see me
I cant handle this anymore
I don’t want to see you
walk out of the door
I need you so much
I cant handle this
Handle with care. Packages say this. I’m not a package, but why shouldn’t I come with the same warning? Does being human automatically make me more able to handle being tossed around haplessly? Does it mean you shouldn’t think twice about damaging me? Because that sucks. It sucks a lot, but it’s how life treats us. So thanks for that, Life. Thanks for fucking nothing.
After dieting for over a decade, I thought I’d had a handle of it–dieting, or better yet, my weight, that’s kept me single and confidence-less since birth. But I realise that I don’t. Sometimes I just want to give in–sit down and smash all the confectionary heroin, available at your nearest supermarket, into my face and call it a day.
This is something that you’ve got a grasp on. It’s what you can hold and what you can put your soul around. Which is everything. Everything little girl. You can handle this. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Good job. You’ve been here before. You’ll be here again and that’s all okay. Just keep going. You can handle this.
My hearing’s been cut in half, and I don’t know how to handle it. It happened just a week before an important deadline, and I don’t know how to handle it. I’ve have anxiety before, but this episode? The other attacks can’t hold a candle to it. I don’t know how to handle my world being muffled like a silencer kissing the sweaty nose of a gun. Everything is too muffled, too subdued, too muted – too dangerous.
she couldn’t handle it. not the pressure. not the expectations. not the love or the joy or the pure pleasure of experiencing life. who cared what she did? she was content to live in misery. she was content to live with the hatred and the sorrow and the pure pain of experiencing death.
the pan handles the money it made panhandling
le hand grinds the art of writing and pen handling
a spindle spins through the span of a spandrel
a spoke and a can dance to form a candle
Handle. How do I handle life and my day to day activities? I can’t. I can’t handle anything. I can barley handle life. I can barley handle waking up or getting out of bed on time.
“Handle me?? You don’t know how to ‘handle’ me??” she screamed in disgust.
“Uhhh….no….” her friend stammered.
“Well fine then! I guess this friendship is OVER.” Sophia, the girl, brushed her hair back and flipped up her nose. Time to find someone else, she thought.
I work with this guy who always has a handle on everything. So he says. If you tell him you need him to think about something, he has a handle on it. If you complain about traffic or the subway or getting to work and what a pain in the ass it is, he tells you that you need to get a handle on it, like he does. He handles everything. What he doesn’t know that I know is that the one thing in his life he definitely does not have a handle on is his wife. I’ll tell you how I know this. About two months ago, I saw an ad advertising a house sale somewhere about 40 miles north of where I live. It seemed like a long drive, but I had a hunch that there’s be something there that would be worth something, like the things you see on Antique Road Show. So I kicked myself out of bed and drove all the way up there to this house sale. On my way, I stopped at a gas station and that’s when I saw this guy’s wife coming out of a motel room right next to the gas station. Just for the hell of it, I sat in the car for awhile to see if anything else was happening, when this guy comes walking out of the motel room, grabs her from behind, turns her around and starts kissing her. Then they both went back into the motel room. And put a Do Not Disturb sign on the handle. Which her husband does not have a handle on at all.
I used to think I was the only one who could handle a gun in this town until you came around. You sly fucker, you. With your cigarette scented hair, rough palms, and drunken pick-up lines because you think you’re cool for some reason. I recall seeing you shoot a man in the back alley that Thursday night. No screams, only the silenced bang of bullet to skull collision and the splattering noise of blood on the mildewed walls. I don’t believe I was surprised, but I saw your eyes glow in the dark for the first time, and while I hate to admit it, part of me wants to see that again. You look better covered in red than all that leather you like to wear.
I used to think I was the only one who could handle a gun in this town until you came around. You sly fucker, you. With your cigarette scented hair, rough palms, and drunken pick-up lines because you think you’re cool for some reason. I recall seeing you shoot a man in the back alley that Thursday night. No screams, only the silenced bang of bullet to skull collision and the splattering noise of blood on the mildewed walls. I don’t believe I was surprised, but I saw your eyes glow in the dark for the first time, and while I hate to admit it, part of me wants to see that again. You look better covered in red than all that leather you like to wear.
“I can handle this,” Asa spits angrily, pushing his chair away from the table and heading for the front door. Naomi follows, right at his heels, begging for him not to do anything foolish. Her husband simply ignores her, grabbing his jacket from the coat tree and sliping it over his broad shoulders.
“Asa, please.” Naomi tugs his elbow, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
He sees the worry in her eyes and doesn’t take it lightly. But after telling her story, after knowing that some degenerate had laid a hand on her…how could he sit idly by and let it go unpunished? “I’ll be back soon, I promise. Just let me do this.”
SHe couldn’t handle it anymore. She just coukld not handle it. Day in day out she had to go in for twelve hour shifts only to come home and starve.
So it was no wonder that when the gunman pulled a gun out on her, she didn’t care. She was angry, but she din’t really care about waht was happening to her.
“Yo want to shoot me?” she screamed at the masked perosn standing before her.
3am tears steaming from my eyes
racing down the sides of my cheeks like raindrops racing down the car window
because the middle of the night has knocked on my heart
awoken me to feel the dark, quiet emptiness in the air
stranding me on my lonely island of a bed until morning
when I see the smiling faces of my loved ones
busy, loud, and beautiful
when happiness and excitement radiates through my chest
adventure is in my sights
and like Alice chased the whit rabbit down the rabbit hole
I will chase the vision of adventure until the I can’t run anymore
and with a smile on my face
I won’t stand still
I’ll barely even wait for you to catch up
And when the sunset shows it’s dreamy self to us
I will be consumed with love and passion
The colors of the sky will embrace me
The way I will embrace you
Like I’ll never let you go
The colors will fade and change, but they’ll always come back
Just like me
there’s a hidden handle on you
that had green ivy growing all the way up
but now it’s blossomed into purple flowers
blooming with hope and desire
there’s something mysterious about you
something that made you hard to hold on to
and now i see you for what you truly are
Beautiful as anything could ever be
Sometimes I don’t understand how to handle certain situations. Things get out of hand and suddenly, rejection seems foreign. A flustered feeling will always rise in my stomach, whispering to my heart that it’s time to figure this out.
I can’t handle awkward situations or confrontation. It makes my flesh crawl. There are so many things I wish I could say; however, I am the closed mouth that won’t ever get fed because I claim to take everything with “a grain of salt.”
I screamed and let go of the handle. The suitcase fell to the ground with a crack. I looked at my hand in disbelief : a reddish burn spread across my palm, as the pain throbbed through my arm.
You break off the “handle”
and drop it in my palms.
You do not tell me
what I can take.
I want to beat you
over the head with it,
throw it on the pile
of handles people have
handed me in the past
and create a gravesite.
I will not visit any of you.
You do not get to tell me
what you think
I should be able to take.
handle it well, my uncle said. he was lying in bed, about to die, and he presented me with a magnificent sword. it was probably the best craftsmanship in the world, but i couldnt pay attention to that. my only relative, the man who had cared for me like a father, was dying! no, i said. dont die! he smiled and said, i know you are worthy of the sword. then he died. grief overwhelmed me, but i thought about his last words. you are worthy of the sword. what does that mean? i wondered, and then i buried him. i left the little cottage we had lived in for 15 years, and then went out to find out what i could about my new sword. i went to the local blacksmith and presented it to him. what can you tell me about this? i asked. his eyes widened and he stammered my-my lord, that is the legendary sword of the rightful king.
“You think I am easy to ‘handle’ with. Girl you are out of your mind!” shouted Lizzie.
“Oh, you think you can talk to me like that. I am the queen of the popular girls.” screamed Avery
“Says Who?” questioned Lizzie
“Says these girls!” Avery pointed to ten girls behind her.
“Jessica, Emerson, you guys are taking her side?” Lizzie said in between sniffles.
“Avery has a point Lizzie.” said Jessica
“Yeah, you have been queen of us for too long.” said Emerson
“But, you guys are my best friends. Ever since Pre-K, why?” questioned Lizzie
“Lizzie, We..” Stammered Emerson
Lizzie cut her and said very angry, ” Fine, take her side. Avery can be queen. I am finding friends who will stay by my side no matter what!”
Lizzie stomped away with tears in her eyes.
Emerson and Jessica were starting to walk towards Lizzie but Avery stopped them.
“You girls don’t need her anymore, you work for me now” Avery said with a smirk on her face….
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“You think I am easy to ‘handle’ with. Girl you are out of your mind!” shouted Lizzie.
“Oh, you think you can talk to me like that. I am the queen of the popular girls.” screamed Avery
“Says Who?” questioned Lizzie
“Says these girls!” Avery pointed to ten girls behind her.
“Jessica, Emerson, you guys are taking her side?” Lizzie said in between sniffles.
“Avery has a point Lizzie.” said Jessica
“Yeah, you have been queen of us for too long.” said Emerson
“But, you guys are my best friends. Ever since Pre-K, why?” questioned Lizzie
“Lizzie, We..” Stammered Emerson
Lizzie cut her and said very angry, ” Fine, take her side. Avery can be queen. I am finding friends who will stay by my side no matter what!”
Lizzie stomped away with tears in her eyes.
Emerson and Jessica were starting to walk towards Lizzie but Avery stopped them.
“You girls don’t need her anymore, you work for me now” Avery said with a smirk on her face….
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Handles, they are good for lots of things. To open doors for people, to open up long lost chests filled with treasure. Handles are used for many useful things. What will your handle open up today…Maybe a wonderful place that leads to a magical garden or to the Wizard of Oz. Maybe you would meet Alice in Wonderland and see the Cheshire Cat. Who knows what your handle will open today?
Handles, they are good for lots of things. To open doors for people, to open up long lost chests filled with treasure. Handles are used for many useful things. What will your handle open up today..
I apparently haven’t a handle on this app quite yet. soon enough
handle. hold a candle to it. intuit conduit can’t quit handle it let me spit
She grasped the handle of the knife more firmly, feeling the heft in her hands. Silly. She shook her head and resumed chopping, pushing the thought from her mind. The timer dinged on the oven. The radio hummed in the background. Life continued as normal, as if the thought had never crossed into the kitchen that afternoon in the first place.
I just couldn’t get a handle on it. It being life. I just couldn’t cope. I was 33 years old and I had yet to accomplish anything of worth. Or, anything at all, really. There seemed to be forces out of control holding me back, forcing me to fail. That’s not true, of course. It was all of my own doing.
Don’ be afraid, you are strong, you can make it, nothing can defeat you and always keep in mind that it is not difficult, you can handle it!
I am wanting to to be grateful as the sun shines and the birds sing, whilst people get on with their daily activities, I can handle time, but time flies by, slow down please.
“I can handle this!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. A confident smile stretched across my features.
“I~ can~ handle~ this~” Opening the door, I grabbed what I needed and set it all out.
This was my chance!
—
It took me almost an hour, but I had finally done it.
I BAKED A CAKE.
“More bacon than the pan can handle,” sang her computer’s speakers. She was perched on the edge of the bathtub, watching him clip his toenails over the toilet bowl and fail miserably at catching all the clippings.
How can I handle it when this website doesn’t work?
I cant handle this anymore
I need you in my life
I want you to be with me
I want you to see me
I cant handle this anymore
I don’t want to see you
walk out of the door
I need you so much
I cant handle this
Handle with care. Packages say this. I’m not a package, but why shouldn’t I come with the same warning? Does being human automatically make me more able to handle being tossed around haplessly? Does it mean you shouldn’t think twice about damaging me? Because that sucks. It sucks a lot, but it’s how life treats us. So thanks for that, Life. Thanks for fucking nothing.
After dieting for over a decade, I thought I’d had a handle of it–dieting, or better yet, my weight, that’s kept me single and confidence-less since birth. But I realise that I don’t. Sometimes I just want to give in–sit down and smash all the confectionary heroin, available at your nearest supermarket, into my face and call it a day.
I tell myself not to give in…
but I do.
I gain but I lose.
I’ve lost.
This is something that you’ve got a grasp on. It’s what you can hold and what you can put your soul around. Which is everything. Everything little girl. You can handle this. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Good job. You’ve been here before. You’ll be here again and that’s all okay. Just keep going. You can handle this.
My hearing’s been cut in half, and I don’t know how to handle it. It happened just a week before an important deadline, and I don’t know how to handle it. I’ve have anxiety before, but this episode? The other attacks can’t hold a candle to it. I don’t know how to handle my world being muffled like a silencer kissing the sweaty nose of a gun. Everything is too muffled, too subdued, too muted – too dangerous.
she couldn’t handle it. not the pressure. not the expectations. not the love or the joy or the pure pleasure of experiencing life. who cared what she did? she was content to live in misery. she was content to live with the hatred and the sorrow and the pure pain of experiencing death.
my class is too much to handle its so hard being president oh meindoitsu next year i’ll deny my nomination this is just too damn hard tohandle.
the pan handles the money it made panhandling
le hand grinds the art of writing and pen handling
a spindle spins through the span of a spandrel
a spoke and a can dance to form a candle
The truth is, the net stores have brought down the fee price of the objects much more as a result of wholesale rates.
Handle. How do I handle life and my day to day activities? I can’t. I can’t handle anything. I can barley handle life. I can barley handle waking up or getting out of bed on time.
I think of something being held in your hand, with the only way to open it is turning it left or right.
“Handle me?? You don’t know how to ‘handle’ me??” she screamed in disgust.
“Uhhh….no….” her friend stammered.
“Well fine then! I guess this friendship is OVER.” Sophia, the girl, brushed her hair back and flipped up her nose. Time to find someone else, she thought.
I work with this guy who always has a handle on everything. So he says. If you tell him you need him to think about something, he has a handle on it. If you complain about traffic or the subway or getting to work and what a pain in the ass it is, he tells you that you need to get a handle on it, like he does. He handles everything. What he doesn’t know that I know is that the one thing in his life he definitely does not have a handle on is his wife. I’ll tell you how I know this. About two months ago, I saw an ad advertising a house sale somewhere about 40 miles north of where I live. It seemed like a long drive, but I had a hunch that there’s be something there that would be worth something, like the things you see on Antique Road Show. So I kicked myself out of bed and drove all the way up there to this house sale. On my way, I stopped at a gas station and that’s when I saw this guy’s wife coming out of a motel room right next to the gas station. Just for the hell of it, I sat in the car for awhile to see if anything else was happening, when this guy comes walking out of the motel room, grabs her from behind, turns her around and starts kissing her. Then they both went back into the motel room. And put a Do Not Disturb sign on the handle. Which her husband does not have a handle on at all.
I used to think I was the only one who could handle a gun in this town until you came around. You sly fucker, you. With your cigarette scented hair, rough palms, and drunken pick-up lines because you think you’re cool for some reason. I recall seeing you shoot a man in the back alley that Thursday night. No screams, only the silenced bang of bullet to skull collision and the splattering noise of blood on the mildewed walls. I don’t believe I was surprised, but I saw your eyes glow in the dark for the first time, and while I hate to admit it, part of me wants to see that again. You look better covered in red than all that leather you like to wear.
I used to think I was the only one who could handle a gun in this town until you came around. You sly fucker, you. With your cigarette scented hair, rough palms, and drunken pick-up lines because you think you’re cool for some reason. I recall seeing you shoot a man in the back alley that Thursday night. No screams, only the silenced bang of bullet to skull collision and the splattering noise of blood on the mildewed walls. I don’t believe I was surprised, but I saw your eyes glow in the dark for the first time, and while I hate to admit it, part of me wants to see that again. You look better covered in red than all that leather you like to wear.
“I can handle this,” Asa spits angrily, pushing his chair away from the table and heading for the front door. Naomi follows, right at his heels, begging for him not to do anything foolish. Her husband simply ignores her, grabbing his jacket from the coat tree and sliping it over his broad shoulders.
“Asa, please.” Naomi tugs his elbow, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
He sees the worry in her eyes and doesn’t take it lightly. But after telling her story, after knowing that some degenerate had laid a hand on her…how could he sit idly by and let it go unpunished? “I’ll be back soon, I promise. Just let me do this.”
Against her better judgement, she let him go.
SHe couldn’t handle it anymore. She just coukld not handle it. Day in day out she had to go in for twelve hour shifts only to come home and starve.
So it was no wonder that when the gunman pulled a gun out on her, she didn’t care. She was angry, but she din’t really care about waht was happening to her.
“Yo want to shoot me?” she screamed at the masked perosn standing before her.
Can you handle me?
3am tears steaming from my eyes
racing down the sides of my cheeks like raindrops racing down the car window
because the middle of the night has knocked on my heart
awoken me to feel the dark, quiet emptiness in the air
stranding me on my lonely island of a bed until morning
when I see the smiling faces of my loved ones
busy, loud, and beautiful
when happiness and excitement radiates through my chest
adventure is in my sights
and like Alice chased the whit rabbit down the rabbit hole
I will chase the vision of adventure until the I can’t run anymore
and with a smile on my face
I won’t stand still
I’ll barely even wait for you to catch up
And when the sunset shows it’s dreamy self to us
I will be consumed with love and passion
The colors of the sky will embrace me
The way I will embrace you
Like I’ll never let you go
The colors will fade and change, but they’ll always come back
Just like me
Can you handle all that?
there’s a hidden handle on you
that had green ivy growing all the way up
but now it’s blossomed into purple flowers
blooming with hope and desire
there’s something mysterious about you
something that made you hard to hold on to
and now i see you for what you truly are
Beautiful as anything could ever be
Sometimes I don’t understand how to handle certain situations. Things get out of hand and suddenly, rejection seems foreign. A flustered feeling will always rise in my stomach, whispering to my heart that it’s time to figure this out.
Handles are very useful to lots of people. They can open up chests and doors and many other things. Handles are very useful.
handles are what is used to pull open doors or to open something up, handles can be very useful to open stuff up.